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"...Papyrus?"
Papyrus jumped up as Mettaton walked into his room.
"Oh! Mettaton! Hello! Uhm, what brings you here on this fine summer's day?"
Mettaton looked at Papyrus incredulously. "...darling, it's midwinter. It's snowing outside, you know."
"Oh! Right. Sorry." Papyrus scratched his neck awkwardly, before hiding his hand again. "So, Mettaton, what would you like from me on this fine midwinter afternoon?"
Mettaton squinted at Papyrus. "I mean, it's 6 in the morning, but I wanted to know if you wanted to come with us to the park? The rest of us are going to go and have a snowball fight in half an hour or so."
"Oh! Well, yes, that sounds fine. I can do that! I shall get dressed now, then."
"I'll do that too. Well then, see you there, darling," Mettaton smiled kindly at Papyrus as he left, and the skeleton could feel his face go orange.
god, how was he going to do this?
*
When Mettaton arrived home, he was thinking about how Papyrus had been acting. Usually he did act a little awkward, but it was never as bad as this. The robot resolved to confront him at the park alone later. Anyway, he had to focus on getting dressed. He ended up deciding on a pink fur coat, black fluffy earmuffs, a pink fur-trimmed skirt and his signature pink boots. He decided on a lighter makeup today, so substituted the black smokey eye for a light pink eyeshadow, but with the same trademark black lipstick, and decided he was ready.
*
As Papyrus arrived at the park, he saw Mettaton in the middle of a snowball fight with Undyne and Sans, 2 v 1, but he was still going pretty strong. And then Papyrus put his plan into action, forming a snowball and aiming it at Mettaton's face.
The robot got hit right in the centre of his forehead by the snowball. "Papyrus!" he laughed. "I didn't expect this betrayal from you today, darling. How could you?" Mettaton dug his hand into the snow to form another snowball, when his hand came into contact with the one Papyrus had thrown at him. There was something inside, but it was coated with snow. Eventually, he dug out a little pink box, and turned to Papyrus.
"Was this in the snowball, darling?"
"Actually, it was a snowdecahedron. But yes, it was! Open it, Metta!"
Slowly and gently, Mettaton opened the little box. All the other monsters had paused their fights to see what was going on.
Inside the box was a little ring with a large gem set into it.
"It's a rose quartz. I thought you would like it, for when I ask you... Mettaton, please be my boyfriend?"
Mettaton stared in shock at the ring.
"Oh... Don't you like it? I'm very sorry for embarrasing you. I- I'll leave now."
"No... Papyrus, please don't."
Mettaton was choked up with the tears flowing down his face.
"I... Yes, of course! I... I was just so surprised... Thank you Papy. Of course!"
Mettaton jumped into Papyrus and they buried themselves into the snow.